*Alessandro*

I sat in my car hating myself for the way I spoke to her because I felt more confident now than ever that Rebecca was innocent.

I owed her the favor of calling this man. I knew two things: if anyone could prove without a shadow of a doubt that she was innocent, it was this man. And there was something I was missing.

Who was in the prison telling Rebecca I was the head of a mafia family? The only family I felt would care enough to tell her was the ...